In the small courtyard, the sun is shining.

Bai Ling, dressed in a pink dress, was standing in the small courtyard with a small black leather whip in his hand, looking at him with a serious expression.

Under the eaves not far away, next to the exquisitely carved window lattice, Xia Chan held the sword, cold as ice and snow, and looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou stopped at the door and looked at them as well.

"Uncle, do you know your mistake?"

Bai Ling snorted coldly, suddenly spoke, and shook the small leather whip in his hand.

Luo Qingzhou stood still and didn't move: "I don't know." ”

Bai Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know? My uncle knew that the person had humiliated my Qin Mansion, humiliated my young lady, repented of his marriage and quit his family, which was extremely hateful, why did he bring him over and make my young lady angry? ”

Luo Qingzhou replied calmly: "First, I can't refuse, Steward Zhou and you also haven't refused, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come here." Second, I knew that Miss Xia Chan would not let him in, and I knew that it was impossible for him to meet the eldest lady. Third ......"

Bai Ling's eyes moved: "What is the third?" ”

"Third, I want to take a breath."

Luo Qingzhou's face is unwavering.

Bai Ling was stunned: "Take a breath?" ”

Then his expression moved, as if he understood something, and said, "Did the uncle breathe out of this breath?" ”

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head to the cold girl under the eaves and arched his hand: "There are some." Thank you Miss Xia Chan for letting me see his frustrated appearance for the first time, and letting me know that he will also be timid. ”

The girl under the eaves, snorted coldly, don't be too pretty.

The seriousness on Bai Ling's face disappeared, and he suddenly smiled: "Uncle, then will you be timid?" Who are you afraid of? Chanchan or Miss? Or, me? ”

Luo Qingzhou didn't answer, and arched his hand: "If Miss Bailing is okay, then I will go back to study." ”

Bai Ling smiled: "Uncle, you haven't thanked Chanchan yet." Chanchan helps you get angry, is it enough for you to say thank you? ”

Luo Qingzhou raised his head, glanced at her, and then looked at the girl under the eaves window lattice.

But the girl was no longer there.

Sure enough, it came silently, and went silently.

Bai Ling rolled up the small leather whip in his hand and said, "Uncle, Miss is reading in the back garden, go and say hello to Miss." If you have to accompany Madame tonight, you won't have to. ”

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, his heart moved slightly, reading a book?

From the first time they met to the present, he had never seen that Miss Qin read, and every time he saw her, he was in a daze.

The lark led him through the hallway, around the house, and through the side passage to the back garden.

"Miss, my uncle is here."

Luo Qingzhou followed behind, entered through the round gate with green vines, and suddenly heard the sound of sword practice in his ears.

He stared.

In the gazebo in front, a girl in a white dress sat quietly, looking at the book in her hand.

The bright sunlight was chopped by the branches and leaves outside the pavilion, and sprinkled on her black hair, dotted with stars, dancing gently in the breeze, like naughty elves.

The sun-drenched side face is flawless.

In the open space outside the pavilion, a pretty girl in a green dress is holding a sword and dancing fiercely in the sun.

The slender waist is like a willow, the skirt is like a flower, the long hair is dancing, and the posture is graceful.

The plum blossoms that bloomed early on both sides fell one by one, swirling around her delicate and light body, as if they were playing and dancing with her.

Those dark and bright eyes are still as cold as winter.

"Uncle......"

When Luo Qingzhou was silently watching, Bai Ling suddenly came up to him and said in a low voice: "Chanchan is dancing the sword, either happy or angry, guess why she is this time?" ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, ignored her, walked outside the pavilion, and bowed his head to the girl in the pavilion through the vermilion railing, and shouted softly: "Miss." ”

Qin Pujia paused for a moment, Fang raised his head slightly, and looked at him with a peaceful gaze.

After reading for a moment, he nodded slightly, lowered his head again, and continued to read.

Still didn't speak.

But this time, there was finally some response.

Luo Qingzhou was ready to leave.

Bai Ling hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Uncle, Chanchan is dancing with a sword, you can leave after reading it." Otherwise, Chanchan will think that you don't give her face and will be angry. ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the cold figure in the courtyard again, ignored her, and walked straight towards the round door.

He wouldn't believe the words of this Bailing girl anymore.

If he really stood here and peeked, it was estimated that the sword that was playing with flowers would come to play with his life later.

"Whew! Swish! Swish! ”

Just as he was walking towards the round gate, the sword suddenly turned around!

The sword wind swished, and the sword light filled the garden, sounding in his ears like a violent storm.

At the same time, a chill hits.

Instantly, he felt a chill down his spine and an itch in his neck.

His steps froze, and he stood still, not moving.

But the chill still locked on him, making him involuntarily, and the hairs all over his body stood upside down.

He froze in place for a few seconds, and Fang slowly turned his head to look at the beautiful shadow of the flowing skirt and the dancing green silk in the courtyard.

The petals are like rain, and the pretty face is frosty.

The sword in the girl's hand suddenly slowed down again, and the sword light shining all over the garden gradually faded.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt the chill that enveloped his whole body, and he didn't know when, he quietly disappeared.

Everything is back to normal.

It's as if everything that has just happened is just an illusion.

He was stunned, still standing in place, looking at the slender and cold figure, motionless.

Bai Ling walked over, looked at him with a smile and said, "Uncle, why don't you leave?" ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword-dancing figure, did not squint, and ignored her.

Bai Ling's eyes also looked over, and he said in a low voice: "Uncle, is it good-looking?" If my uncle thinks it's good-looking, I'll go to Miss and ask this little girl to go over and be a little girl in the room for my uncle, okay? ”

Luo Qingzhou still ignored her.

After another moment, the cold figure dancing the sword in the petals finally stopped.

"Zheng!"

The sword is sheathed.

The girl's cold gaze looked.

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze and turned to leave.

Bai Ling hurriedly shouted crisply behind him: "Uncle, you just said that Chanchan is so wary when she dances the sword, is it true?" Do I have a warp? ”

“……”

Luo Qingzhou walked out of the courtyard door quickly, and soon disappeared.

"Chanchan, don't look at me like that, my uncle really said it just now, and he secretly said it to my ear, and he almost bit my ear."

Bai Ling smiled and groaned.

Xia Chan held the sword and stood under the plum tree with a cold gaze.

"By the way, Chanchan, my uncle just said that your chest is smaller than mine. Who made you shy and deliberately wrapped so tightly, yours is obviously bigger than me. The next time you see your uncle, you have to take the initiative to defend yourself, so as not to misunderstand your uncle. ”

Bai Jie continued to tease.

Xia Chan held the sword, turned away, and looked away, her pretty face was still as cold as ice.

The girl sitting in the gazebo reading a book seemed to be oblivious to the excitement outside the pavilion, still bowing her head and reading the book quietly.

The morning wind is particularly naughty.

Passing by the maiden's ears, blowing her hair, with the scent of the first flowers blooming on the branches, she swirled gracefully in the garden and danced.

Luo Qingzhou returned to the courtyard and closed the door.

Then he went into the house, took out the mirror of the sun and moon from under the bed, turned up the side carved with the sun, and put it on the desk in front of the window, facing the sun.

Today's arrival of Luo Yu has strengthened his determination to cultivate.

In this era, the gap in identity comes from origin, and it is difficult to change.

Even Yuan, who used to be in power, couldn't even enter the family grave because of the relationship between his concubines.

But its own strength can be changed.

The weak follow the rules.

The strong, on the other hand, can make rules.

So, he has to get stronger!